A Walk Through Central Park

A Walk Through Central Park

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is another chapter from a work in progress entitled "Muscles, Money, and Sex." A man and his girlfriend spend an afternoon in Central Park.

Summary

This is another chapter from a work in progress entitled "Muscles, Money, and Sex." A man and his girlfriend spend an afternoon in Central Park.

Content

Submitted: November 27, 2016

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Content

Submitted: November 27, 2016

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Greg met Suzanne in the lobby of her apartment building Sunday morning.  She wore black high heel sandals, skinny jeans, a black lace off the shoulder top and a black choker; her hair was in a ponytail. “My, aren’t you pretty today,” Greg said as he kissed her on the cheek.

“Thank you,” Suzanne replied.

Greg noticed her finger nails. “Your nail polish is different.”

“Yes, I had a manicure and pedicure yesterday and changed the nail polish to Color Club Paris White. What do you think?”

“Very flattering.” Greg replied.” But we need to get going; I don’t want to lose our reservation.

 

The couple arrived at the Loeb Boathouse Restaurant and were quickly seated. They ordered coffee and as they perused their menus, they chatted. “Are you up to a trip to Richmond to meet my parents?” Greg asked.

“I’d love to go; I’ve been wanting to meet your parents for quite a while.” Suzanne said.

“Good. I’ll let my parents we’re coming and we’ll find a time that’s convenient for all of us.”

The waiter returned and took their orders.

During their meal, Greg glanced out the window at the lake. “After we finish eating, why don’t we rent a boat and go out on the lake?” he asked Suzanne.

“Oh, yes. That would be such fun.”

 

The boat was in the center of the lake. “Why don’t I serenade you?” Greg asked.

“Please do,” Suzanne replied. “I’d love it.

 

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do,
I'm half crazy all for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage,
But you'd look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.

 

 

Suzanne laughed and clapped her hands. “That was wonderful. “

“Thank you,” replied Greg. “Why don’t we head back?”

“Good idea,” Suzanne replied.

As Greg rowed back, he said, “I hope we can do this again soon.”

“Yes, I hope so too and when we do, I'll row,” Suzanne said.

Greg laughed. “I have no problem with that.”

 

Greg and Suzanne walked on the sidewalk hand-in-hand. As they approached a stone fence, Greg asked, “Do you want me lift you up on top of the fence?”

“Oh, yes,” Suzanne replied.

Greg lifted her up onto the fence and said, “Now, you can see if I have a bald spot.”

Suzanne laughed as she looked down. “No, you don’t.”

When the couple reached the end of the fence, Greg lifted Suzanne off it. “I hope you enjoyed your little stroll up there.”

“I most certainly did.”

The couple continued walking; they soon come to a park bench.  “Let’s sit down,” Suzanne said.

Greg put his arm around Suzanne’s shoulder; she gave him a quick kiss. Suzanne closed her eyes and tilted her head back. “That sun feels good,” she said. “It’s a great day, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Greg agreed and gave Suzanne a quick kiss.

She opened her eyes and looked at Greg. “Stealing kisses, are we?” she asked in mock anger.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Greg replied with a big smile.

“I’ll forgive you for it and,” she smiled, “for all the ones you’ll steal in the future.”

Suzanne reached down and unbuckled the straps of her heels.  “Why are you’re taking off your shoes?” Greg asked.

 “I love high heels but they can be hard on my feet so I’m giving them a rest,” Suzanne explained as she stretched her feet and wiggled her toes.

“Good idea. I hope your shoes aren’t hurting your feet,” Greg said.

“No, they’re not. I make sure they fit right and I’m not always wearing heels. Sometimes I wear flats or sports shoes. At work, I take off my shoes every so often at my desk. So, my feet are holding up quite well.”

“You’re a woman who knows how to take care of herself, so I’m not surprised,” Greg replied.

Suzanne smiled. “Thank you.”

After a few minutes, Suzanne asked, “Do you want to continue walking?”

“Oh, yes,” Greg replied.

Suzanne put her shoes back on. As Greg looked on as she buckled the straps, he thought how sexy it looked.

Suzanne took Greg’s hand and they started walking but he couldn’t get the image of his girlfriend stretching her feet and wiggling her toes out of his mind.

 

Greg and Suzanne were in the lobby of her apartment. “Why don’t we have some coffee before you leave?” she asked.

“Thank you. I’d love some.”

 

Suzanne handed Greg a cup of coffee and down beside him on the living room sofa. “How do you like your coffee?” she asked.

“This is excellent,” he replied. “Did you have a good time today?”

“Oh, yes. I love Central Park. I always remember how my father would always put me on a carousel horse and there I was, the little cowgirl chasing the bad guys.”

“I don’t think you were any different today when I put you on one,” Greg said.

Suzanne laughed. “My inner child.”

 

Greg put his cup on the coffee table. “Could you do something for me?” he asked.

“Sure. What is it?”

“On the park bench, when you removed your heels, you stretched your feet and wiggled your toes. Could you do that again?”

“Why, certainly, sweetheart,” Suzanne replied as she put her cup on the coffee table. She removed her shoes and stretched her feet. As she wiggled her toes, she asked, “Don’t you think my feet are pretty?”

“Yes, they’re very pretty,” Greg replied.

Suzanne smiled. “Kiss them,” she said as she shifted her position and swung her legs onto Greg’s thighs.

“With pleasure, my love.”

Greg showered Suzanne’s insteps, soles, and toes with kisses.  When he finished, he said, “A very pleasurable experience.”

“Sweetheart, you’re not done,” Suzanne replied.

“You mean---“

“Go all the way,” Suzanne told Greg.

Greg played with Suzanne’s toes; he ran his tongue over her insteps, soles, and toes. After he sucked her toes, she said, “Now, that was a pleasurable experience.”

“I can see this was not your first time,” Greg observed.

“Right. I’ve had a few boyfriends who were into foot worship. Can I assume you’ve had a few girlfriends who were into foot worship?” Suzanne asked.

“Yes, I did,” Greg informed her.

“What was your reaction when they asked?”

“If they wanted it, they got it. I always aimed to please,” Greg answered.

“Same here. If you want to do it again, my feet are always available.”

Greg chuckled. “I’ll remember that.”

Suzanne put her hand over the bulge in Greg’s pants. “That’s quite a pole you have there, sweetheart.”

Greg had a wicked smile on his face. “You know what that means?” he said as he and Suzanne stood up.

“I certainly do,” Suzanne replied. After a long kiss, she said, “Sweetheart, carry me to the bedroom.”

“With pleasure, my love.”


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